North Queen Poem by Thomas Kane

On the cliff I stand as a flower
Blowing in the wind a spire
Stiff and unwavering
Bright and impossible to reach

Left as I went right I cry and preach.
Forget me not, it is I you call out saving me not
Go damsel in highly woods of stress, seek me so
Our song playing, so the grass goes up wind grows plain my plan
Calling names thangs and things unsaid titles of a door
Playing again it goes round and shore
Water banks on the sand and rock the baby by the way